Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday

For what had begun as a drunken idea borne out of several hours of gay Spaniard grousing about his wasted life, this was starting to seem awfully real. Electroclash was actually pretty sure a big part of how she'd landed the job had been due to the confusion brought on by the school chnaging head mistresses, or something. Because no way did anyone think her the best candidate for counseling kids. Hell, even she didn't, though she was going to do her damnedest to at least pretend she thought that.

But here she was, in uniform, in her brand new office, which up until very recently had belonged to the Vice Principal. The things packed up from her previous office were still in a cardboard box on the desk. She'd get to all that later. For now, she leaned back in her chair to ponder things. ... And immediately noticed pencils stuck in the ceiling above.

Somehow, she couldn't quite manage to be surprised.

[ooc: Open, omg! ... Though with an SP warning because wtf, surprise social life. Pencils modded with permission.]